Luyện nghe bài hát Get Use To This

Dip dip bitch
Dip dip bitch
Dip dip dipset
do it man
I'm in the

Yo, I started the starters and fathered the fathers who
I slaughter the and slaughter the slaughters who slaughtered
I than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this target
From artist to artist J.R. is hardest regardless
Put your in his hands, there'll be changin' of plans
A man did, I did it standin' in rain wit a gram
Now I in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit, D-12 don't know the name of my band

Man I'm just super fly, two for five, the bait
Eight for eight, eight to eight, I'm great, haters hate
Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin'
Ooh yeah hun, those them old Air
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through ear drums
No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair

I'm sicker sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu
A Picturin' picture, just picture picture I paint you
I'm swift with the fifth, when I it, it spit at an angle
You'll be than stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels
I'm just me jewelery, blue it be
Pimp's ya pa, it's J.R. hittin' hard, soon see
Act a fool we'll take you back to like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best indeed

Excuse the Dips, please, we bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our sick, your movements shit
That's a fact have a nap and get to this, yeah

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch,
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our movements sick, your shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this,

Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice
Cop the pound, it down, rock ya town, pipe game
I can do a change
What I pack is crunk I don't mean the Bronx
When I say ya white plain, J is built, to let the eighty tilt
Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters
Snap, pop, and peeled, so friend just chill
Look here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby

When I spray with the mag, you play in it glad
That lay in a bag, like some haters that I had
Hoes I up and rag serious
Shit I ain't talkin' periods when I say pussy in my path
I 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please
That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are wit' seeds
I hit the Philippines across the river
O.C. for weeks where I feel the breeze

So I got heifers, whores, some excellent jaw
the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw
But I X'd all, get some head in the bed
Then walk the chickenhead right towards the door
Just face it my nig', you stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, flavors ya dig
They just hate how I live, the only time they see me
Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch,
We the truth, we the proof get to this, yup
Our movements sick, movements shit
a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch,
We the truth, we the get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, movements shit
a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah